As I finished reading, I looked up at the twelve men standing there, each holding out their paper flower. My heart was full, overwhelmed by the simple yet profound impact Henry had left behind. I realized then that every small act of kindness has the potential to ripple outward, touching lives in ways we may never fully understand.
I hugged each of the men, thanking them for being there, for carrying Henry’s spirit into the celebration of my marriage to Oliver. They each had stories to share about Henry, little anecdotes of his quiet strength and humor. It was as if, through them, Henry was there, sharing in the joy of the day.
